Page 26 of The Beast of London & His Pet

Alessio

I glared at my wife’s sullen disposition. Her words of rejection last night stung, but this was unacceptable. The longer I observed her, the angrier it made me. The church ceremony had taken an hour, but it was beautiful and meaningful in ways that I hadn't expected. Yet her glum mood had managed to ruin it. The usual witty, smiling woman was a miserable wench.

Four hours later, at our reception, all she could muster was feeble smiles and the odd nod at our guests. I hope to fuck she smiled in our wedding pictures because our children would see those. I frowned when her Nonno began to pull her towards the exit.

My glass cracked between my fingers, and I let the remains of the glass fall to the floor before I began to stride after them. Armando came out of nowhere and blocked my path.

“Zia Rosa mi ha chiesto di tenerti d'occhio,” he said, placing his hands on my shoulders when I tried to duck around him.Aunt Rosa asked me to keep an eye on you.

“Lasci la mia strada, Armando,” I snapped at him before switching to English.Get out of my way, Armando. “I have had enough of her shitty attitude.”

“Le donne sono creature complesse, fratello,” he said softly, gripping my neck with both hands.Women are complex creatures, brother.

“Causing a scene at your wedding is not a wise decision when you can correct her in private. You are the boss, a Caruso, and we do not air our personal matters in public.”

I finally looked away from the door to my cousin, and some of my tension left me. It was true. My parents had never scolded one another in the presence of any outsiders. He released my neck and straightened my jacket.

“You can go beast mode on her in private, but don't break her spirit. I say this for everyone’s sake. I don't want you murdered on the job because of your bad mood,” he said with a chuckle.

I grunted before I looked at the doors. My softer approach didn't work, and my need for total control wasn't up for debate, which left only one option.

It was time for Francesca to meet the Beast.

???

The journey to the airport was in complete silence as I contemplated everything I would do to her when we reached my seafront villa in Menfi, a province in Sicily. Nero kept looking back at us in the rearview mirror while Francesca fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat.

When we reached my aeroplane, I allowed her to walk up the stairs, but when she tripped on her dress, I grabbed her by her elbow before she fell.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, but I grunted and lifted her onto my shoulder to jog up the remaining stairs.

I strode through the plane, opened the bedroom door, and tossed her on the bed before I locked the door and went to get adrink. Nero and Rocco were coming with us for security, but they would stay in the guesthouse to allow us some privacy.

“Is everything okay, boss?” Nero asked as I poured myself a large Scotch.

I didn't reply but took my drink and sat down. Everything would be okay after my ten day honeymoon, which would begin my wife’s training as my obedient little pet and fucktoy.

I smiled at the thought and relaxed in my seat to take a large gulp of my drink.

???

I pulled the rope through the metal loop in the open living area. In the daytime, it would have a stunning scenic view of the beach and ocean. The wooded area around the beach was why I bought the villa. I could hang my wife naked from the ceiling in complete privacy.

“Alessio,” she gasped as her arms followed her bound hands toward the ceiling.

I lifted the heavy couch and placed the rope around the corner wooden base.

“If you don't stay silent, I will gag you,” I said as I walked around her.

She was stretched out and standing on her toes. I reached into my bag and got my large hunting knife out. Once I walked behind her, I began to slice through the silk and lace material. From her back to her legs and over her arms until she was naked, but for her tail sticking out of her ass. I trailed the tip of the knife from her neck to her ass cheeks. Her hair was pinned up, and Iwas glad because I wanted to see every one of my marks on her flesh.

I switched the knife out for the jewellery box and removed the diamond and gold nipple clamps. The design covered her nipple with a large solitaire diamond, but the four screws to hold it in place let me decide the pain level. I attached them onto her nipples after pulling on them until they hardened.

Her desperate eyes were full of pain by the time I was finished. I slid my hand down her belly while I looked into her mossy green eyes until I felt her pussy. Her sodden pussy coated the tips of my fingers and she closed her eyes.

“By the time we return to London you will learn your place, Kitten. It is by my fucking feet,” I growled allowing my rage to find an outlet.

I got the lube, whip, and pink kitten ears to match her tail. Once her ears were on, I began a light whipping, starting from her back until I made my way to her front. Lashing at her breasts, belly and pussy before returning to her back, ass and thighs. Her feet were doing a constant little dance on her toes and she tugged at the rope to keep her balance.

---